What happened in the Ancestral Temple in the morning, the news was blocked immediately, but it was impossible to block it...
At least it cannot be blocked by a Ma Xiong.
Not to mention anything else, even he himself, there were many people in Linzi city who could ask questions from his mouth, but he didn't dare not to speak.
The first to know were naturally those very powerful people within the Capital Inspection Office.
Zhongxuansheng is someone who has a close relationship with the person involved.
The time the Li family received the news was not the fastest, but it was not too slow either.
Jiang Wang had been gone for about half an hour when someone came in to report the news. The two verifications were completely consistent with what Jiang Wang said.
At that time, the old lady of the Li family was sitting at the top of the table, drinking tea slowly.
The contemporary Marquis of the City, Li Zhengyan, and Li Zhengshu were discussing this matter.
Ever since Li Zhengyan became the head of the family, the old lady rarely expressed her opinions on family affairs.
In addition to drinking tea, listening to operas, and occasionally beating Li Longchuan with a dragon-headed cane.
It's just that the people below mentioned that before Jiang Wang went to the Jiuhui Hou Ling Temple and encountered an accident, he came out of the Ling Temple of the first generation of Decheng Hou, and had just worshiped the first generation of Dechen Hou...
The old lady couldn't help but say again: "What a good boy."
Li Zhengyan and Li Zhengshu looked at each other and both smiled.
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After leaving the Li Mansion, Jiang Wang returned to Xiashan.
No matter how much Linzi is changing at the moment and how many people are uneasy, your own cultivation is the foundation of your life. The achievements of the Yellow River Conference are the first step to your advancement.
Jiang Wang has always been sober. He knows what he wants and works hard consistently.
Lock the door behind you and study the art of the fire world by yourself.
He must admit one thing.
Although he defeated Lei Zhanqian easily, he seemed to have an overwhelming advantage. But in fact, the progress of his Fire Totem's cultivation was far less than that of Lei Zhanqian's Thunder Totem.
The power of the Fire Totem is not enough to maintain a balance with the True Fire of Samadhi. Even if the art of the Fire Realm forms an outline under his leadership, he has already tried his best to suppress the True Fire of Samadhi.
The qualitative gap requires quantity to close it.
So during this period of time, Jiang Wang had to allocate more practice time to Huoyuan Tudian. After all, it was a powerful skill in the world, and it was not so easy to study thoroughly.
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Fortunately, his fire totem is not just a fire totem, it has already been connected with the Bone Lotus to form the Burning Bone Lotus.
Star power without attributes can be transformed into all powers, including the power of totems. With the blessing of the two phases, it can barely be balanced.
But if you want to meet the requirements of the Fire Realm Art as soon as possible, it is impossible not to put more effort into the Fire Source Illustration.
From day to night, time passes quickly during practice.
Cultivation is of course hard work.
When others are wearing bright clothes and angry horses, when others are living and drinking, always keep your head down and keep trudging.
Endure loneliness and isolation, and fight against the instinct for comfort.
However, being able to practice with peace of mind is actually a blessing in many cases.
The matter of the Nine Returns to Hou Lingsi has spread throughout the capital in an undercurrent.
This night in Linzi, countless people were sleepless!
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The current Emperor of Qi sits in court almost every day.
From Mao hour to Chen hour, two hours a day, rain or shine.
There is only one day off for bathing every ten days. It has been fifty-five years now.
It cannot be said that he is not diligent.
Under his rule, Qi State has become the undoubted overlord of the Eastern Region, with ambitions in all directions and overseas.
Mao Shi is the time when the morning court begins, so in fact, when it is still Yin Shi, the ministers participating in the court meeting have almost arrived. The court officials in the political hall have already discussed today's political affairs in advance.
Even at the end of May, there is still no daybreak in Yinshi.
The great city of Linzi lies dormant in the long night,
In the majestic square outside Ziji Palace, civil and military officials moved from everywhere like ants and slowly gathered together.
Then they lined up silently according to their dignity and rank, waiting for the sound of the morning bell.
In the past years, countless officials have walked through this square countless times.
But today, it is different.
If you look down from a high altitude, if your sight is not obscured by the night, you should be able to see
The "ants" who gathered in the huge white stone square, regardless of their superiority or inferiority, very deliberately made a large circle, leaving a huge blank space in the square.
In the middle of the blank space is a small black dot.
A little ant.
When the light of day gradually breaks through the boundless night, the world welcomes the morning light.
Dang~
The morning bell on the Star Observation Tower has already rung.
This sound is powerful and long-lasting, spreading throughout this huge city of three hundred miles, making people hear it, clear their hearts, wake up their minds, and clarify their nature.
The great city of Linzi woke up.
Two warriors with swords, each holding one side, slowly pushed open the huge door of Ziji Palace.
Because it was still early and the sky was not bright enough, the red sun beads hanging from the dome of Ziji Hall were pouring down light.
The magnificent hall is exposed to people's sight.
The civil and military officials filed in silently, and the lonely black spot in the square remained lonely.
Now, the sky is gradually starting to get brighter.
The world has become a little clearer.
Let your eyes go down again, let your eyes fall again.
You can see the kneeling figure in the square getting clearer and clearer.
It was a thin figure with no upper body.
Wearing only a pair of trousers, with long hair disheveled, he was kneeling in the square outside Ziji Hall.
Everyone of the civil and military officials who came to the court today saw him, but each one seemed not to have seen him.
No one said hello to him, no one looked at him twice.
Some people are concerned, some are looking forward to it, some are worried, some are secretly happy...but they are all silent.
The man kneeling here is Jiang Wuqi, the eleventh prince of Da Qi and the master of Changsheng Palace.
After taking off the fox fur that had been wrapped around him all year round, I realized that he was really thin.
His bare back, each segment of the spine is almost completely exposed to the air, which can only remind people of one word: skinny.
“Cough cough, cough cough.”
The huge square was so quiet today, no one was whispering. There were only the occasional coughs that he couldn't stop, and the sound of the cold wind in the early morning.
What a lonely cough.
In the Ziji Palace, everything seemed to be the same as usual.
There are things that should be done, and arguments that should be argued. But there is always... something is missing.
The two hours in the morning today are extremely difficult hours for many people.
The cultural and military officials played in the Zi Temple are all pretending to be in a one -piece, but who can do nothing?
The Master of Changsheng Palace was involved in the assassination case, which in any country or dynasty would almost mean... countless blood.
With Da Qi’s grand war for the reserve, one competitor seems to be withdrawing today. This is a major event that affects the entire Qi country. No one can stay out of it.
Perhaps only the emperor, who is sitting on the dragon throne, is still the same as in the past years, without any disturbance.
The emperor’s heart is unpredictable.
No matter what.
Whether it’s suffering or looking forward to it.
Two long hours passed, and the absent-minded performance was over.
Those political opponents who were the most enthusiastic in arguing in the past are inevitably a little less excited today. Officials who won the argument are not satisfied, and officials who lost the argument are not depressed.
Han Ling, the eunuch who was the Supervisor of Ceremonies, served before the Emperor Dan and declared: "Retreat from the court!"
From his perspective, the civil and military officials receded like a tide, poured out of Ziji Hall, dispersed into the huge square, and flowed in all directions.
The only thing that has not changed is the blank space and the black dot in the blank.
His Majesty the Emperor of Daqi did not say a word.
Han Ling also seems to have become a sculpture.
It should not have been long, but it feels like it has been a long time.
The emperor stood up.
Han Ling opened his mouth to shout "Get up!", but the emperor's hand suppressed his voice.
As the eunuch closest to the Emperor of Qi, Han Ling never looked back from the beginning to the end, but he had already swallowed his voice.
The emperor left the throne and stepped down from the throne.
It is already Chen hour, which is the time of "morning food". Common people usually have breakfast at this time.
The sky is already bright.
The red sun beads hanging in the Ziji Palace have long since shrunk.
The emperor walked out slowly, and every step seemed to trample the sky under his feet.
When he finally walked out of Ziji Hall and stood on the high steps.
In the huge Baishi Square, no one else could be seen except Jiang Wuqi.
That son was naked, kneeling on the ground, with his hair down, looking at him.
“This child is like me!”
The emperor suddenly remembered what he had said.
Then his eyes dropped.
First, he looked at the huge white stone slabs that paved the square in front of him, then at the knees that were close to the ground, then at the naked, thin upper body, and then at the handsome face, if it wasn't for some lingering...
After getting rid of his sick appearance, this face should be even better.
Jiang Wuqi, naked and with disheveled hair, was kneeling on the ground, looking graceful and elegant.
The emperor looked into his eyes, and then looked at the piece of white jade in his mouth.
Having treasures in your mouth is a funeral ritual for nobles.
Jiang Wuqi means that he is already a dead person.
Jiang Wuqi should have been a dead person a long time ago.
Arrived early...while still in the mother's womb.
It was the winter night of the thirty-eighth year of Yuanfeng. Emperor Qi personally led his troops outside to attack and destroy the unconquered ministers.
And Jiang Wuqi's mother, Concubine Lei, was assassinated in the Daqi Palace when she was still pregnant with him. She tried her best to protect her belly before she died.
When the powerful men in the palace arrived, the assassin had already destroyed himself.
It has not yet been found out who is the murderer behind the scenes.
When Emperor Qi rushed back, all he saw was the body of Concubine Lei and the caesarean section of the child.
Emperor Qi shed tears and said: "Although my beloved concubine has abandoned me, she has never abandoned my son!"
Hence the name Wuqi.
Jiang Wuqi suffered a fatal injury when he was still a fetus. The strong man on duty in the palace that night risked his life to save her, thus saving a chance of survival.
But it is only a glimmer of hope.
Even if Emperor Qi had the power to reach heaven and earth, a newly cut-out baby with insufficient congenital power would not be able to carry out any of his means.
From then on, the frost poison entered his life, and no medicine or stone could cure it. And as he grew older, the frost poison became more severe and the disease penetrated deeper into his life. The director of the Imperial Hospital at that time concluded that the child would not live to be ten years old.
When Jiang Wuqi was nine years old, Emperor Qi wanted to change his blood and bones, reshape him into a new body, and use the secret method of the royal family to remove the frost poison from his life.
At the age of nine, he only asked one question: "After changing my blood and bones, will I still be the prince of Da Qi?"
The answer is naturally no.
No matter how much Emperor Qi loved him, he could not exchange the bones and blood of his other children for him.
So Jiang Wuqi chose to refuse.
He would rather die than live a mediocre life. Even if Jiang Wuqi dies, he will die as a nobleman of Tianhuang.
Otherwise, why did that woman, his mother, struggle in the cold night for so long?
Before he was nine years old, he practiced martial arts and kept fit.
After the age of nine, open the meridians and practice.
His fate is caused by frost poison, which will grow with his cultivation. The stronger he is, the faster he will die. But only by becoming stronger can he have a chance to change his destiny.
This is a paradox.
No matter which outcome, it should lead to death.
No one thought he would survive, but he did.
Not only did he survive the catastrophe of ten years old, but he is still alive today.
Not only did he live to this day, he also asked the emperor to personally supervise the construction of the Changsheng Palace for him, making him one of the most promising people in Da Qi to compete for the position of crown prince!
He has struggled from birth to now.
He was swaying as if he was about to die at any time, but like a candle in the wind that has been swaying for so many years, he is still swaying, and his light is getting more and more dazzling.
Today Jiang Wuqi is kneeling here to show that he is already a dead man.
How could the Emperor of Da Qi’s heart of being an emperor remain intact?
The Son of Heaven inherits the mandate of Heaven and governs all peoples, so he is born to be a lonely man.
But can he really be emotionless?
The expedition in the thirty-eighth year of Yuanfeng was the last personal expedition by Emperor Qi to date.
He never left Linzi City again after that.
His unpredictable heart as the emperor, has he ever thought about the cold night of that year?
No courtier dared to stay in the square in front of Ziji Palace.
The Grand Eunuch, the chief eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, stood silently beside the gate of Ziji Palace, even his breathing was extinguished, and he did not show any sense of existence.
His Majesty, the Emperor of Daqi, walked down the high steps, walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, stretched out his hand, and took away the white jade from his mouth.
Jiang Wuqi grew up soaking in medicine pools and was afraid of the cold. But today he was naked and kneeling outside Ziji Hall, waiting for his hair to fall.
Every gust of cold wind was more painful than a knife cutting flesh for him who was suffering from frost poison.
But his coughing had stopped before the emperor came out.
He tried not to cough in front of the emperor.
Although over the years, the uncontrollable coughing has become his only way to relieve the pain.
He is a strong person.
At this moment, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
These tears are hot.
Emperor Daqi held the piece of white jade in his hand and looked at him quietly.
He was silent for a while, and then asked: "Jiang Wuqi, did you order someone to assassinate me? Did you send someone to Jiuhuihou Lingsi to stain my name with blood?"
Jiang Wuqi cried and said: "Although it was not my fault, I still... I was guilty of negligence!"
The emperor said quietly: "The state has national laws, and families have family rules. The crime of negligence will not lead to death."
Jiang Wuqi put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, choked with sobs and couldn't speak: "Father..."
The Emperor of Da Qi turned his hand and said, "I accept this piece of jade."
Then he waved his sleeves, turned around and strode away.
Han Ling hurriedly followed.
He shouted: "Get up and drive!"
This sound spread very far in the huge square.
This chapter has been completed!